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[color=9e0b0f][b]Level[/b][/color]: 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Day/Time[/b][/color]: Day 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Location[/b][/color]: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[color=9e0b0f][b]Mention[/b][/color]: Guile [@Holy Soldier] 
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interaction[/b][/color]: Quina Quen [@Hylozoist], Garrett [@Simple Unicycle], Naija [@DracoLunaris]
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(P)Damage 2
(P)Defense 2
(M)(E)Damage 1
(M)(E)Defense 1
Dexterity 4
0% 
XP [color=9e0b0f]//////[/color]//// (6/10) 
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Dipping his head in acknowledgment of Naija's introduction and thanks, he straightened, raising his eyes to take another good look around. Relieved of both plates, Ezio stayed where he was, gaze traveling from arrival to arrival as they trickled in. The other Heads were expected, so he didn't pay them much attention after the initial glance. His interest was on the hooded man in black robes, dressed as an Assassin from the Brotherhood might, modifications and all. Attached to his back was a quiver of arrows, and Ezio felt a little camaraderie with the man, stranger though he was. Hey, who could blame him? Here was someone who looked like he would fit seamlessly into the Brotherhood, and Ezio was a man who loved the organisation to the core of his being, as well as the people within. Of course, the feeling was still slight and fragile, seeing as he had yet to get a solid read on the man. If his attitude was anything like Guido's, well...Ezio would still work with him, but not associate willingly. He introduced himself as Garrett, followed by a sarcastic quip. Ezio had to suppress his smile. Oh, no. This man was shaping up to be more like La Volpe. Silence and sarcasm both. Ezio inclined his head to Garrett in greeting before Guile's voice boomed out once more.

The threat didn't bother him much, seeing as Ezio had practice not falling asleep during briefings no matter how irrelevant it was to him, all thanks to Michaelangelo and his lectures about a leader's responsibilities. On top of that, he highly doubt there would be any discussions of the prices of wheat and poultry for the next month when there was the threat of the Mugen virus. So if anything, this would be more of a war council than a political debate and he sure as hell wouldn't be dozing off if tactics and strategy were being discussed. Lifting the fabric of his outer robe a little to inspect the overall damage, he was pleased to note the cream had not dribbled a track down to the hem, and clumps of it had fallen off already, leaving only small patches of fluffy cream dotting the surface. 

[color=ed1c24]"Thanks but no thanks, Quina. I do not require such...thoroughness, as only a small patch is dirty."[/color] 

He spotted a stack of napkins at the end of one table, and headed towards it immediately. The stack had been hit by a stray projectile during the initial fight, knocking it on its side and scattering it across the tabletop and onto the floor. Some of it was saturated and dirtied with various food and beverage, but after a few seconds of sorting through the mess, he was able to pull free a couple of clean ones. A few scrubs across the cloth and it looked good as new, even if he could still feel the dampness left behind. Nevertheless, it was the best one could have without washing it, so it was with a mental shrug that he returned, absently wondering if it was possible to aqcuire a new set of robes around here.

[color=ed1c24]"All right, I'm decent. Is everyone decent?"[/color] Ezio looked the three of them over, then spread his hands and swept it in an inviting gesture towards the Council room's door. [color=ed1c24]"Then what are we waiting for? [i]Andiamo[/i], before [i]signore[/i] Guile truly loses his temper."[/color]